She Just Looks Like A Dream Novels & Stories

For a heartbeat, she saw not herself—but the shadowy outline of a figure with burning red eyes staring back. She blinked—and it was gone. Her voice broke the silence, barely a whisper. “The Dream is waking.”

But, why she looked like she has a problem. " Nothing, it was just because of my dream. " Her dream? Wait! It starts to make me think. Do you think what I'm thinking? " I dreamed something weird. I dream that there are two guys, they were shouting at me. They even call me Crystal. You know what? I heard that name before too. It was a newborn baby and they called her Crystal. They hailed her like a princess. Then in my dream, I also saw a familiar girl, she looks like the enemy. She choked a girl that keeps on calling me 'sister'. Then right beside that girl is a man worriedly stared at me. I don't even know them... "

she was beginning to talk aloud, the drink was getting to her, he smiled, she looked as beautiful and as angelic as that night. TJ was on top of cloud nine, he was headed to his VIP booth when he saw her step out of the washroom, he was overjoyed that he finally found the woman of his dreams, and tonight, like that night, she looked bewitching enough, he wanted to grab her, hold her, touch her, feel her and mark her as his... but she didn’t look like any ordinary girl who would get attracted to your money and come running into your arms, she looked royal somehow, she looked proud. “So you revel in being called a strong woman?” he smiled

She slips into an uneasy doze, her mind dragging her into a hazy dream. She’s a little girl again, standing in a sunlit field.In the dream, Sienna twirls in a sundress that flutters in the warm breeze, the fabric soft and light as it dances around her legs. The dress is a pale shade of yellow, delicate daisies embroidered along the hem, making her look like she’s part of the field itself.

“You said you don’t know who you are. Do you… remember anything?” She plucked a blade of grass and twirled it between her fingers. “Sometimes I dream. There’s a woman with silver hair. She’s crying, but she smiles when she sees me. And there’s a man who keeps standing in front of her, even when everything burns.” Adrien’s throat tightened. “Sounds like someone brave.” “Or foolish,” she said softly. He huffed out a laugh. “Maybe both.” She looked at him curiously. “You look at me like you know me.”

Jessica She froze completely and seemed to be having a brain freeze as her red eyeballs grew wider and wider as she stared at me. She opened her mouth really slowly and said,"... and all your dreams will come true. Now say goodnight to mummy and close your eyes" she whispered.

James' POV I feel like texting her already. I want to invite her out for coffee or something. Not to my house, definitely not. Somewhere casual and public, like a nice restaurant. I just hope she won’t turn me down. I couldn’t help it, I dreamt about her the entire night. It was the first time I had dreamt about a woman in so many years. There’s something about her I just can’t resist. I keep replaying her features in my mind, her adorable, big eyes, her curvy figure, and that long, black hair that fell like a waterfall down her back. She looked absolutely breathtaking, even with raindrops clinging to her skin.

She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. The moonlight illuminated her beautiful features, making her look like she just stepped out of a dream. She looked like a painting. Her dark long hair was spread out on the bed. Her pink lips were slightly parted as she breathed. I could see the shape of her body in the dress she wore as she slept on her side.

At least he treats me like a human and not a leech. “ No, not at all. That was funny. I'm not offended at all.” She smiled and skipped, giggling. Is she crazy or something? Maybe... Just maybe she's got an MPD problem, multiple personality disorder. Alter ego madness, or there's an off switch at the back of her head. She turned off her uptight personality and swapped it with that of a regular bubbly teenager.

" As if you don't know you are the most beautiful girl in our group if not our class" That is the honest truth, Linda, is an epitome of beauty. She is tall, slim, brown skinned,curvy and has a nice flat tommy,infact ,she looked like a model. I am beautiful but compared to Linda ,I can't even get five points. Sometimes I wonder how we became friends because people like her are who we describe as"classic babes".